بَينَ النَقا وَلَعلَعِ
ظِباءُ ذاتِ الأَجرَعِ
Among the meadows and grass tufts
A doe with twisted horns grazes
تَرعى بِها في خَمَرٍ
خَمائِلاً وَتَرتَعي
Drinking intoxicated wine
She roams and grazes
ما طَلَعَت أَهِلَّةٌ
بِأُفقِ ذاكَ المَطلَعِ
Whenever a new moon rose
In the horizon of that place
إِلّا وَدَدتُ أَنَّها
مِن حَذَرٍ لَم تَطلُعِ
I wished it hadn't risen
Out of caution and didn't appear
وَلا بَدَت لامِعَةٌ
مِن بَرقِ ذاكَ اليَرمَعِ
Whenever a shining one emerged
From the lightning of that land
إِلّا اِشتَهَيتُ أَنَّها
لَما بِنا لَم تَلمَعِ
I wished it hadn't shone
When we were there, it didn't shine
يا دَمعَتي فَاِنسَكِبي
يا مُقلَتي لا تُقلِعي
Oh my tears, flow
My eyelids, don't stop
يا زَفرَتي خُذ صُعُداً
يا كَبِدي تَصَدَّعي
My sighs, rise high
My liver, crack
وَأَنتَ يا حادي اِتَّئِد
فَالنارُ بَينَ أَضلُعي
And you, my guide, prepare yourself
For fire is between my ribs
قَد فَنِيَت مِمّا جَرى
خَوفَ الفِراقِ أَدمُعي
I have lost from what has happened
The fear of parting, my tears
حَتّى إِذا حَلَّ النَوى
لَم تَلقَ عَيناً تَدمَعِ
Until the moment of parting came
No eye was found weeping
فَاِرحَل إِلى وادي اللِوى
مَرتَعِهِم وَمَصرَعي
So leave to the valley of anguish
Their pasture and my demise
إِنَّ بِهِ أَحِبَّتي
عِندَ مِياهِ الأَجرَعِ
For in it are my beloveds
Near the waters of meadows
وَنادِهِم مَن لِفَتىً
ذي لَوعَةٍ مَوَدِّعِ
Call them from a youth
Of burning agony, bidding farewell
رَمَت بِهِ أَشجانُهُ
بَهماءَ رَسمٍ بَلقَعِ
Whose passions have cast him
To a barren trace of torrents
يا قَمَراً تَحتَ دُجىً
خُذ مِنهُ شَيئاً وَدَعِ
Oh moon below the darkness
Take something from it and leave
وَزَوِّديهِ نَظرَةً
مِن خَلفِ ذاكَ البُرقُعِ
And give him a glance
From behind that veil
لِأَنَّهُ يَضعُفُ عَن
دَركِ الجَمالِ الأَروَعِ
For he is too weak
For the most beautiful vision
أَو عَلِّليهِ بِالمُنى
عَساهُ يَحيا وَيَعي
Or excuse him with death wishes
Perhaps he may live and know
ما هُوَ إِلّا مَيِّتٌ
بَينَ النَقا وَلَعلَعِ
He is but dead
Among the meadows and grass tufts
فَمُتُّ يَأساً وَأَسىً
كَما أَنا في مَوضِعي
So die in despair and sorrow
As I am in my place
ما صَدَقَت ريحُ الصَبا
حينَ أَتَت بِالخُدَعِ
The morning breeze didn't speak the truth
When it came with delusions
قَد تَكذِبُ الريحُ إِذا
تُسمِعُ ما لَم تَسمَعِ
The wind can lie when
It makes you hear what wasn't heard
